Marathon Mum. Marathon Man. Get the joke? Both feature obsessiveness, shady characters from Europe, lots of running, and most notably, torture. This online journal began as I trained for the 2005 London Marathon. I successfully finished the race, but MarathonMum lives on. After all, life as a mother isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.

Monday, July 09, 2012

2012: Week 27

For Week 27, I'm choosing this image. As we hurtle toward the end of term-- sports days, summer concerts, exams-- I think it's important to have a snap that marks all the hoopla. I took this snap as my son and his best friend walked toward their celebratory lunch after they had finished their brass exams.

The bunting is a bonus, which seems to be going up everywhere in London in preparation for the Olympics. (I saw some men putting some up last week on a local street at 9:30 p.m. Madness).

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Life as a mother is a marathon. You need to have patience, endurance, tenacity and a sense of humor. When you decide to run a marathon as a mother, particularly when your 1-year-old son is along for the ride, you need all of the above in spades. This blog began as a way to update my family on the progress of my marathon training, but now the blog has evolved to talk about a million other things, too. I am now working on my first novel, so if you are an agent looking for new clients, be sure to get in touch.